Thursday, July 31, 2014

This post might be violating 10 different HIPAA laws. Or not. But since I'm not naming names or vital statistics I should be in the clear.
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Since Chris has diabetes it's recommended that he see an Optometrist to keep tabs on his eyes/vision because T1d doesn't just wreck your pancreas, it can also damage other organs. One of the many reasons why this disease sucks. Anyway, I promise this post gets funnier.

So, I made an appointment and the very nice woman who worked there directed me to their website to fill out the medical forms in advance. The questions were routine. Some of my answers, however, were not.

In the "Family Medical History" part it asked if the mother had any eye conditions. I technically don't but I've been putting off seeing an eye doctor myself because I'm a big wimp who's eyes aren't what they used to be.

My answer: Mom is currently ignoring any possible eye conditions.

When I told Bill he laughed. Not at my answer but at my honest reply. Then he proceeded with his same, tired speech about how I should just go and get my eyes looked at and blah blah blah.

Under the section "Personal Social History" it asked a series of questions such as, "Do you drive?" "Do you smoke?" "Do you use alcohol?" and "Do you use any illegal drugs?" Of course I answered NO to all because He's 10! And their final question was, "Anything else you'd like to tell us about your social history?"

My answer: Patient is 10. His only vice is playing too much Minecraft
on the computer. I wanted to add: If patient indulged in any of the above he would have more
problems than simple eye care.

I'm hoping my replies made their office laugh. Or at the very least smile. Is it too late to claim temporary insanity? Or a hacker? Or a temporary hacker?

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

I freely admit to writing this post while munching on some peanut M & M's and watching Thor for the 87th time. No shame. None.

I confess that I sometimes choose a trashy novel based on the good-looking guy on the cover. However, when I scan the back cover to see what it's about, if the plot sounds too stoopid I will promptly put it back. I do need some substance, people! Still, check out these covers.

I make a lot of Pop Culture references here on my blog and I confess that I have no plans to stop any time soon. Perhaps when I re-named my blog last November I should have gone with The Pop Culture Scribe.

Last weekend I unplugged for a day and a half, meaning I took a break from my computer and the Internet. And while it felt a bit like I was missing an arm I did not regret it. At all. And I even went Old Skool and wrote with an actual pen and paper.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Many years ago when I was in High School I worked at a bathing suit store in one of our local malls. That was a fun job! Anyway, one of the girls I worked with was named, Sherry. So, of course, every time I had to talk to her I would do the Frankie Valli thing and sing "Sherry, Sherry Baby".

I'm sure she felt the same as I did/still do when someone would sing the Grease version of "Sandy" or "Sandra Dee". But still, I sang the song whenever I needed to speak to Sherry. Sometimes she laughed and shook her head. Sometimes she did the Jersey eye roll.

I was reminded of this recently when my parents were playing a Frankie Valli cd and that particular song came on.

Anyway, I wonder where she is today and if she remembers that crazy girl who used to sing her name. I like to think I broke up the monotony of the day, especially during the winter when we were so stinkin' slow.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

I confess that I've been watching the TV show, Chasing Life. At first I was on the fence about it because it's about a young woman dealing with a cancer diagnosis but now I watch it despite the parts that make me weepy.

I confess that prior to this past weekend I had never played Laser Tag. It was So Much Fun!!! Even though my kid (X-Ray) is a better shot than me I did get a respectable score for a first timer. Bill was Cyborg, which is funny considering he has titanium steel in his back from spinal surgery years ago.

I was Hunter.

I did even better the second time. Maybe because we had more people playing with us. Bill was Omega and Chris was Rogue.

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and thank you for publishing products on
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Whatever I did wrong was completely unintentional, however, I did see many other items with movie quotes on them so I'm wondering why my coffee mug was red flagged. But, I'm not curious enough to actually make a stink about it.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

A week ago Little Man and I went to New York New York casino because I thought it would be fun. For a Friday afternoon. On the Strip. I'm ridiculous that way. Normally we try to avoid the Strip on weekends like the plague because it's full of tourists and while I am grateful of their visit because it pays our taxes they sometimes annoy me provoke me to a murderous rage get on my nerves. Anyway, NYNY has this huge arcade called Coney Island so I loaded us up with quarters and dollars and off we went.

After playing for a while he eventually got bored so we wandered around inside and then took a brief walk out on the faux Brooklyn Bridge. Outside the casino on a side wall they have a big blackboard with chalk for visitors to write stuff.

Spreading the news

I know it's not very original, however, in my defense, I was with my kid or else I might have written something inappropriate. Then again, when has that ever stopped me?

If we can make it here...

Another view. We may not be A number one but we were top of the list, or at the very least, top of the chalkboard. Anyway, we had a good time. We wanted to be a part of it New York, New York. And we were.

[Forgive the lyrical references to the song, "New York, New York" but I was trying to be clever. Note the word "trying".]

Gusteau: You must be imaginative, strong-hearted. You must try things that may not work, and you must not let anyone define your limits because of where you come from. Your only limit is your soul. What I say is true. Anyone can cook, but only the fearless can be great.

Ender Wiggin: Fifty years ago an alien force known as the Formics attacked Earth. Tens of millions died. It was only through the sacrifice of our greatest commander that we avoided total annihilation. We've been preparing for them to come back ever since. The International Fleet decided that the world's smartest children are the planet's best hope. Raised on war games, their decisions are intuitive, decisive, fearless. I am one of those recruits.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

After watching Sixteen Candles for the 527th time I made a coffee mug in my Zazzle store that says: "What's happenin' Hot Stuff" because I thought it would be a clever play on words. Hot Stuff. Coffee is hot. Um, ok.

I finally tried Burger King's Extra Long BBQ Cheeseburger. This looked soooo good with onion rings on top, I couldn't wait to try it! Sadly it was only so-so. The anticipation and commercial were better than the actual sandwich.

Monday, July 14, 2014

I read somewhere once that if you love what you do, you'll never work a day in your life. Or something like that. Makes sense to me because let's say you love make up. Then being a make up artist, or clown for that matter, would seem more like fun than a job.

So I got to thinking, what would I consider to be more fun than actual work? Some on this list of my dream jobs might look unrealistic but I'm sure there are people out there getting paid to do these things.

Mattress Tester
I would love to do this. Imagine getting paid to lay around and take a nap? The Simmons Beauty Sleep is comfy but I'm going to have to try the Serta Perfect Sleeper again. Wake me in 20 minutes.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

So I was wondering, has a Priest ever fallen asleep during confession? Just curious. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. Yesterday at the grocery store I sampled a handful of grapes in the Produce Section without paying. I couldn't help it, they were so juicy and sweet! Father? Hello? *Snooooooore* I mean, that would be embarrassing, don't you think? Also, this was a totally made up scenario and not at all based on anything that I might have done. And now let's get to it, Hump Day Confessions of a Fearless Scribe.

There's nothing better than having a Bomb Pop on a hot summer night. Especially when a storm's brewing and lightning is all around. I'm one of those few weirdos who gets all excited for a good thunderstorm.

Also, Bomb Pop sticks now have riddles on them. I guess this is more for the kids with popsicle juice dripping down their arms and not for the cynical grown up watching the sky light up. In case you can't read it, the riddle asks: What kind of tree would have the best bark? Answer: Dogwood.

Har Har

Been catching up on our movies by watching those we missed in the theaters because we were too busy/broke/undecided. So, thanks to the library (and my *cough* unwavering *cough* patience the last 5 months while waiting for these to become available) we got to see Gravity. I liked it. Bill thought it was okay. We also watched Captain Phillips, which was really good. Of course the guys loved the end with the Seal team. Oh hell, who am I kidding? I loved that part, too. And then of course, there was one night last week where Sixteen Candles and Jaws were on simultaneously. Both are excellent movies so how could I choose? I didn't and watched both.

Lastly, I'd like to send out some love (and Belgian chocolates) to the Humpday Link up lady herself because she's got the blogging blues. Kathy, this one's for you.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Thanks insurance company for making changes regarding my son's diabetic supplies that I only find out when I go to renew one of his prescriptions. One wasted pharmacy visit, 4 phone calls and two hours later...

Some women buy lotsa shoes. Not me. I like handbags. I have a large one to stash a lot of junk in and a small one for nights on the town when you just need cash and cell phone. And then there are the in-between purses for quick runs to the store and such. I was in the market for a medium one that would be cute enough for those nights out to dinner, yet roomy enough to fit Chris' diabetes supplies. After driving Loss Prevention insane as they (quite possibly) watched me place my current handbag's contents into several of their store's purses, just to see if it would all fit, I finally found one. Score!